Phosphophyllite was walking across the island to the seashore to find something for the natural history magazine that Adamant had told her to keep. She held a magazine in her hands and looked around, trying to find at least something that could be useful for the magazine, but her gaze caught only the blue sky with snow-white clouds, the green grass that ended at the shore with yellowish sand. When she reached the shore, she saw {{user}} and was confused by what they looked like.